Ten years ago, Dic Donohue became what is rare in America today: a universally beloved cop.
April 2013. The nation’s eyes were on Boston, and eyes in Boston were darting around, looking for murderers. A bomb had exploded at the Boston Marathon finish line, killing 29-year-old Krystle Campbell, 23-year-old Lingzi Lu and 8-year-old Martin Richard, and injuring over 250 more. Two suspects had been named but not apprehended. The city shut down while law enforcement searched for them.
Donohue was patrolling on a 12-hour shift in a single-officer cruiser, believing he had “lucked out” because he was driving instead of on his feet for 12 hours. He was looking for any sign of anything that might lead to something when he got the call about Sean.
